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He looks so naive to the world around him, Hmm too bad his little friend is dead. But look at him, so helpless and submissive begging for my touch, for me to dominate him. But, we will soon meet my loves and shall place my marks on both of you so every being shall know you are mine and mine alone, my precious mates.
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Jake
I stand on my balcony and gaze down at the illuminated nighttime city as I think to myself.
Ugh. I still sense the feeling of impending doom, I just can't shake it. It feels like a lump in my throat, it just won't go away. Where is this sensation coming from? Something must be wrong. If not, it's going to be soon.
Nevermind. Whatever it is, whoever it is, I can stop them. My powers are like no mortal man. I have nothing to worry about. I will crush them. Crush them all into tiny morsels.
Looking down on the street, a certain pedestrian stood out to me. He wore all black, his face covered by a dark hood. My senses heightened as I fixed my eyes on him. Is this him? Is this why I sense the danger? Pfft. Surely he's just some thug. I'll simply slice him up with ease.
Suddenly, he looked straight at me. I could identify the bright red gleam of two bloodthirsty eyes piercing my soul like daggers. I shuddered.
What is this?! I said to myself
It had been far too long since I felt this- feeling. This feeling of weakness and vulnerability. For the first time in what must've been years, I felt...
Fear.
"N-NO!! I'll kill him! He'll see. I'll... I'll..."
My voice grew shaky as I succumbed to the creeping sensation of fear. It took over me, and shook me to my core.
How could it be that I cower like a mere dog with his tail between his legs? How could this be? I am Jake, soon to be alpha of the Blood Pack. Powerful and dominant beyond basic human comprehension. I feared nothing. I couldn't fear anything.
Until now.
I looked up for a split second and he was gone... or so I thought.
"Hello, mi amor~" A rough yet seductive voice said, it was a voice infused with the roses of the deepest crimson, yet rugged like the edge of a serrated knife gliding against the deep mahogany.
A shiver struck down my spine like an electric shock, it was like that feeling when you suddenly feel a ghostly touch on your back and you can't help but jump.
He was right behind me.
I slowly turned around, slowly revealing the image of a tall and handsome man looking down upon me, like a lion stalking the lamb. Lust deeply embedded in his eyes, a fierce flame of deep maroon with bursts of fiery orange.
I gasped in shock.
"HOW DID YOU GET HERE?! who are you, what are you..." I screamed, in rage and confusion.
"Hmph." He smirked.
"I am your master, and you will soon address me as such, pup." He said with an authoritative, dominant voice as he slyly licked his top lip.
"I'm not your pup and I will never be. I AM THE FUTURE ALPHA OF THE BLOOD MOON PACK!" I screamed, asserting my territory.
"Who are you and why are you in my room you creep?!" I yelled, with anger lacing my mouth like venom.
"Creep." Hmph. Hahahah!
"pup, you're going to get punished for that, but not at the moment." He said with a sly smirk fixed upon his lips.
"Goodbye Alpha" He said with Sarcasm
Then he was gone, the room grew cold and it felt empty.
"Who is he" I whisper to myself, fear pouring out of me, lacing the room
"He's nervous. It's adorable. Soon enough, I will claim him as mine."
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